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life in LA
Feb. 27th, 2003 09:20 pmWe made it to southern california this morning. At one point last evening I wanted to drive all the way, but thought better of it and stayed the night in remarkably comfortable Motel 6 in the town of Buttonwillow.
My mom is doing pretty well, other than getting short of breath saying hello. She likes the new computer, and her only concern was that she still be able to play the online games she loves so much. "Oh mom, I'm sorry. You didn't tell me you wanted an internet computer." hehe...
She tells me that my sister says it's ok if we take the old computer home with us. My sister. I hold my tongue, and resist pointing out that I bought the old computer, not to mention the new one. Now it is perfectly ok with me if my mom wants to do something else with the old one, even give it to my sister. But I don't see how my sister has any buy in to the decision at all. This is why I live seven hours away--so my sister doesn't turn me into a nut case. And she could. She knows all the buttons.
We just checked into our "mini-suite" next to the convention center where the religious education congress will be held over the next three days. It's a nice little room with a refrigerator, microwave, and a couch. It is two blocks from Disneyland.
Across the street from us is a little strawberry farm, owned by a Japanese farmer in his 70's. It is the last agricultural acreage in Anaheim, which used to be all farms and orange orchards. Then Walt Disney moved in and started bulldozing everything in his way. Except this guy's farm. Walt (and his successors) tried everything to get this property. The farmer didn't want money. He just wanted to grow strawberries. A few years ago, when Disneyland wanted to expand, they bought everything that surrounded them. Except the farm. He still wouldn't sell. Eventually though, they came to an agreement. His price? $50 million. And three acres of the land to grow his strawberries on.
My mom is doing pretty well, other than getting short of breath saying hello. She likes the new computer, and her only concern was that she still be able to play the online games she loves so much. "Oh mom, I'm sorry. You didn't tell me you wanted an internet computer." hehe...
She tells me that my sister says it's ok if we take the old computer home with us. My sister. I hold my tongue, and resist pointing out that I bought the old computer, not to mention the new one. Now it is perfectly ok with me if my mom wants to do something else with the old one, even give it to my sister. But I don't see how my sister has any buy in to the decision at all. This is why I live seven hours away--so my sister doesn't turn me into a nut case. And she could. She knows all the buttons.
We just checked into our "mini-suite" next to the convention center where the religious education congress will be held over the next three days. It's a nice little room with a refrigerator, microwave, and a couch. It is two blocks from Disneyland.
Across the street from us is a little strawberry farm, owned by a Japanese farmer in his 70's. It is the last agricultural acreage in Anaheim, which used to be all farms and orange orchards. Then Walt Disney moved in and started bulldozing everything in his way. Except this guy's farm. Walt (and his successors) tried everything to get this property. The farmer didn't want money. He just wanted to grow strawberries. A few years ago, when Disneyland wanted to expand, they bought everything that surrounded them. Except the farm. He still wouldn't sell. Eventually though, they came to an agreement. His price? $50 million. And three acres of the land to grow his strawberries on.
